The wall is up. The barbed fence stands

A barrier to the Promised Land.

The guards do watch and seek a fight.

The dogs are fierce and long to bite.

A man who's poor and looks to hope

Is thrown back down and forced to grope.

No chance have they ‘neath Lenin's thumb

When from Berlin they seek to run.

East Germans too this country scorns

When spurning Mexicans forlorn.

We stymie them from the American dream

While shouting out “let freedom ring.”

Should we this southern wall construct

Our country then we will corrupt.